Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1887-09-02

and standing all day long at ones easel
It's all very we'll Hughie for you to talk,
but assure you that there are moments
when art approaches the dignity oil
manual labor. But you mustn't chatter
Pm very busy. Smoke cigarette, aud
keep quiet"
After some time the servant came in,
and told Trevor that the frame maker
wantel to speak with him.
"Don't run away, Hughie," lie said,
as he went out. 81 will be back in a
moment"
The old beggar man took advantage
of Trevor's absence TO rest for moment
on wooden bench that was behind
him. He looked so forlorn aud wretched
that Hughie could not help plying him,
and he felt in his pockets W see what
money he had. All he could finG was
sovereign and some coppers. Poor old
fellow" he thought to himself, che
wants it more than do, but it means no
hansoms for fortnight" and he walked
across the studio and slipped the sover-
eign into the beggar'S hand.
The old man started, and faint smile
fitted across his withered lips. THANK
you, sir" he said, in foreign accent.
Then Trevor arrived, and Hughie took
his leave, blushing little at what he
had done. He spent the day with Laura,
got charming scolding for his extrav-
agance, and had to walk home.
That night he strolled into the Palette
Club about IL o'clock, and found Trevor
sitting by himself in the smoking room.
"Well, Alan, did you get the picture
finished all right?" he said, as he lit his
cigarette.
"Finished aud framed, my boy" an
swered Trevor; and, by the by, you
have made conquest. That old model
you saw is quite devoted TO you. l had
to tell him all about you-who you are,
where you live, what your income is,
what prospects you have"
"My dear Alan," cried Hughie, 81
shall probably find him waiting for me
when | 20 home. But of course you are
only joking. Poor old beggar! wish
could do something for him. | think
it is dreadful that any one shold be so
miserable. | have got heaps Of old
clothes at home-do you think he would
care for any of them? Why, his rags
were falling to bits"
"But he looks splendid in them" said
Trevor. 81 wouldn't paint him in
frock coat for anything. What you call
rags | call romance. What seems pow
erty to you is picturesqueness to me.
However, III tell him OF your Offer"
"Alan," said Hughie, seriously, "you
painters are heartless lot"
"An artists heart is his bead" replied
Trevor; land besides, our business is to
realize the world as we see it, not to re-
form it as we know it,. And now tell
me how Laura is. The old model was
quite interested in her."
"You don't mean to say you talked to
him about herr" said Hughie.
"Certaihly did. He knows all about
the relentless Colonel, the lovely dam
sci, and the 10000"
"You told that old beggar all my pri.
vate attairs?" cried Hughie, looking
very red and angry.
"My dear boy" said Trevor, smiling,
"that old beggar, as you call him, is one
of the richest men in Europe. He could
buy all London to. morrow without over
drawing his account. He has house
in every capital, dimes off gold plates,
and can prevent Russia going TO war
when he chooses"
"What on earth do you nean?" ex-
claimed Hughie.
"What say" said Trevor. "The old
man you saw to-day was Baron Haus-
berg. He is great friend of mine,
buys all my pictures aud that sort of
thing, and gave me a commission a
month ago to paint him as heggar.
And must say he made magnificent
figure in his rags, or perhaps l should
say in my rags; they are an old suit
got in Spain"
Baron Hausberg!" cried Hughie.
Good heavens! gave him sover-
eign!" and he sauk into an armchair
the picture of dismay.
"Gave him a soyereign" shouted
Trevor and he burst into 2 roar Of laugh
ter. my dear boy, you'll never sea it
again"
81 think you might have told me,
Alan" said Hughie sulkily, "and not
let me make such fool of myself
"well, to begin with Hughie," said
Trevor, "it never entered my mind that
you went about distributing aims in
that reckless way. | can understand
your kissing pretty model, but your
giving sovereign to an ugly one-by
Jove, no! Besides, the fact is that l
really Sas not at home to-day to anyone
and when you came in didn't know
whether Hausberg would like his name
mentioned. You know lie wasn't in
full dress"
"wbat duffer he must think mer'
SAID Hughie.
Not at all. lie Was in the highest
spirits after you left; kept chuekling TO
himself and rubbing his old wrinkled
hands together. | couldn't make out
why lie was so interested to know all
about you; but see it all now. He'll
invest your sovereign for you, Hughie,
pay you the interest every six month,